Written September 2006
Synopsis: It started out small: a half gallon of skim milk.
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It started out small: a half gallon of skim milk. His two percent was “too fattening” and “so thick, it’s disgusting.” He could adjust to the wussy milk, but then his cereal choices came under fire. Now just what the hell was wrong with Froot Loops? The box said it had lots of the necessary vitamins and nutrients. Her response? “Too much sugar.” Well, seeing as how it was the second most prevalent ingredient, that was probably true. But she didn’t have to replace it with Corn Flakes … although he did kind of like them with strawberries.
The fact that she was a woman (“with taste,” she had said) meant that they couldn’t share clothes, which led to him relinquishing a dresser drawer (or two) and a quarter (okay, a half) of his closet to her suits, turtlenecks, and lacy underthings. If anyone accused him of being a crossdresser and went through his bedroom for proof, they’d have a pretty good case. It was irritating to reach for a pair of socks only to discover they were too small and smelled better than his. Even worse was the way he grinned when he found a pair of her slacks folded over an armrest or a bra hanging on a doorknob.
She had started out small, one battle at a time, but now it was a full scale invasion, and the apartment was as much hers as it was his. It was only a matter of time until she conquered the entire thing, but he didn’t feel the need to fight back. This was one war he didn’t mind losing.
As long as she didn’t touch his TiVo.